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✨ 𝔏𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯…✨

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the magnus archives fears: the stranger                                  ↳ a.k.a i do not know you

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[theunbiddenshow]

They pull our strings The animals The blind that breed the hate Under their wing We're scientists We swallow what they fake

For all you lonely boys I will be president In all you sons of men I can be accident

Most fall in line They do the dance And salute the safest name Bored with their lives Grind, socialise And throw all the beauty away

For all you lonely boys I will be president In all you sons of men I can be accident

[theunbiddenshow]

A young woman walked into the tent “huh- a circus I haven’t seen one of those in a long time- I wonder if they have any of those magic tricks… like sawing someone in half, Ellie would probably want me to stay away though”. @omnitheplayer

    Inside she would find a large empty circus ring, worn old benches held together with the power of hope and prayer, and a group of undescriptive workers huddled together, disassembling something in the corner.

However her statement doesn’t go fully unnoticed.

    “I tried that trick once, it went horribly, oh so horribly.” A sudden voice quips up next to her in a distinct American accent. The owner is a tall masculine figure in a ringmaster’s uniform, the outfit clearly ancient from the looks of it, although it shone even in the dull lighting of the tent.

    He was holding a dark bottle with the label torn off in one hand and a cane in the other, waving it around in exaggerated motions as he spoke.

    “Having someone die at my show would be incredible, absolutely incredible! But noooo, my boss refuses to give me the go ahead, saying it would be bad for ratings. ‘Bad for ratings??’, you should’ve heard me holler. Did the gladiators in ancient Rome care for bad ratings? No! They went up there and tore those beasts apart and everyone loved it! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about with bad ratings! Wouldn’t you go see a show where people died right in front of you?”

[theunbiddenshow]

omnitheplayer​:

“Eh, yeah that doesn’t sound too good” replied Omni seeming mildly surprised by the fact that he actually did saw people in half.

“And that isn’t really what I meant, I thought you could do with someone to practice dangerous tricks on, and I am very good at dying, I can respawn so I have lots of practice” she added with a chuckle.

“But don’t tell my girlfriend, she will worry, and I’m not interested in fame… too shy for that, I just want to help” she said with a nervous smile.

“Ah, so you’re a brave soul looking for a thrill, is that it?” The man said after a moment’s pause. “Well! I suppose we could always use a volunteer at the knife throwing event of the show.”

He pondered over it for a moment before his face split into a wide smile. “Alright, I have just the idea for you, young lady! Come watch the show this evening and when we call upon audience participants for the knife and fire tricks, you can volunteer! It’s always nice to go the extra mile with someone who doesn’t stay dead.”

The man turned around and shouted, “GORE WE HAVE A VOLUNTEER FOR YOU. SOMEONE GET THIS GIRL TO GORE RIGHT NOW!” Before he marched off, already muttering excitedly to himself about what a success this new show will be. 

The workers looked up from what they were doing before they went back to work quietly, ignoring the ringmaster’s cries. However, a few seconds later, someone tapped on Omni’s shoulder. 

“Follow me.” A young man, presumably Gore, gestured her to join him in one of the tents. He was dressed completely in black and holding a handful of sharp looking daggers, presumably for throwing at people. 

[theunbiddenshow]

I’m still caught on figuring out how Simon’s voice is exactly. While I imagine he’s more 1950s style, I always hear Alastor’s (from Hazbin Hotel) voice when writing his dialogue. 

[theunbiddenshow]

✧ Please welcome to the stage, @parables-for-days! ✧

In his desperation to feel something other than the potpourri of boredom, anxiety, worry and annoyance that has come to be his default setting if he's not performing or under the influence of questionable substances, Simon decides he is feeling adventurous enough to pour the stale coffee into a cup and drink it cold while he waits for Thursday to awaken.

He's not a stickler for time and honestly clocks make him nervous so he avoids looking at the one ticking over the vending machine and simply...watches her. Possibly a creepy thing to do to someone you just met and who is too unconscious to tell you stop but there's nothing else to look at around here so Simon makes do.

He realizes with dull fascination that she is healing herself slowly. Or well, something is healing her. He can't see if there's anyone in the room with them but he is certain humans are not supposed to have silver shimmers in their blood, last time he checked. It would be safe to assume that he doesn't need to worry about a legal lawsuit if there aren't any injuries to show, right? Whatever rug burns and bruises he gave her whilst dragging her through the hallway, the evidence has disappeared!

The woman does wake up eventually and she doesn't miss a beat to introduce herself and thank him for his gallant efforts.

"Oh, there's no need to thank me." Simon dismisses with a grand sweeping gesture. "It was no problem carrying you to this room, I do that all the time! Next to rescuing puppies out of trees and visiting orphanages. I simply see it as my good deed of the day, lady!"

He's already finished the cold coffee at this point and despite the musty taste it's given him the kick he needs. Not that Thursday saw much of him before, but he's definitely more lively now, gesticulating wildly when he talks like he's on a stage instead.

"Thursday! What a quirky and whimsical name! I like it very much, ma'am. Ah, as for my name, I am Simon Anderson, the ringmaster of Unbidden, the show you have never heard of, but it has certainly heard of you..."

His voice drops to a low, mysterious tone as if he's telling her a secret, but after a pause he simply beams.

"Well, we have heard of the weekday Thursday at least! We've never met you before but it's a pleasure nonetheless! Now, my dear Thursday, would you kindly explain what on earth this place is? It's like I've died and went to hell!"

[theunbiddenshow]

Kokichi noclips into the area where he thought it was the office, but nope, it's the circus. "Shit, did I noclip the wrong turn?"

Kokichi wander into the circus tent and decided to sit down cause why not. "Ah, whatever, at least it's nice and quiet as long as nothing happens." @theredactedparable

"What should happen?"

    A voice says softly from next to him. A boy stood over him, dressed completely in black, from his fingerless gloves to the thick boots now dusty with sawdust and sand. He studied Kokichi curiously. One of his eyes was fucked up, the sclera black instead of white, although it could've just been a contact lens. In a circus, who could really know what was real and what wasn't?

"The show hasn't started yet. Until then you are safe. But you shouldn't linger around without a ticket. They might catch you."

[theredactedparable]

Oh, right, he needs a ticket, or else they'll catch him...which is something he would not deal with since he can count up to two reasons that he dealt with.

"Well, thanks for the information. I don't want to get captured by whoever since that's the last thing I need to do." While he could explain more about it, he figured the guy who was talking to him dealt way worse than him.

"Sooo, where's the ticket booth?"

[theunbiddenshow]

The boy keeps staring at him for a while, seemingly fascinated with the person in front of him. He can’t figure out if Kokichi is human or not and it just rouses his curiosity more. 

“...you can follow me.” He said after a while and gestures Kokichi to follow. The booth isn’t too far away from where he had no-clipped in, just a small, worn down kiosk with old signs advertising tickets for the evening show and the midnight show labelled ADULTS ONLY. There’s no actual price listed.

There is no one at the booth, at least not until the boy who had guided Kokichi over stepped behind the counter and grabs a name tag that simply reads GORE.

“How many tickets?” Gore asks, staring at Kokichi again, now from inside the booth. “Can I have your name?”

[the-stanley-parable-roleplay]

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[theunbiddenshow]

The wretched sound of claws against concrete sounded, along with the footsteps of metal, a little song the demon sung, followed by an oh so beautiful laughter.

"My oh my... What does pretty little me stumble upon this time?"

[@anarchist-rainbow]

    Hushed voices floated out melodically from the lit up tent glowing warmly only a few steps away, its silent invitation to 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 calling out like a siren song.

    At the sound of laughter, the voices cease immediately. The lights dim, the warmth fades, replaced by anticipation, resembling that of a tiger. Crouching, waiting for its prey to draw close enough to pounce.

    The feeling of being watched starts off as a light nudge, but it gets stronger the more the demon lingers, growing until any sane mortal would've fled in terror.

It's not too late yet. Not too late to turn back.

[anarchist-rainbow]

Mikiah wasn't scared however, loving the eyes that cast their gaze on him whether they mean harm or good. It's not every day there's an alluring danger that drags you in after all. Those heart eyed pupils that dragged him toward making them even more exited to see what lied inside.

He's the representative head of the Chaos District for the City of Order, seeing him scared is but an oh so rare sight. Death isn't even something that could be problematic, seeing as he can just gamble his way out of hell, as he usually does anyway.

The demon feels himself reach to the curtains, and to look inside of them.

[theunbiddenshow]

As he opened the curtains, he would be greeted by a...rather mundane sight. It was nearly empty, save for two figures huddled by a table with a lantern between them. They didn't even seem to notice him but that sharp feeling of being seen, being watched followed, growing stronger the more Mikiah stepped inside.

Until the two looked up. Then the feeling disappeared sharply, as if it were never there to begin with. Standing over the table were two masculine figures, one wearing a ringmaster outfit, and the other simply dressed in black, a dark blanket draped over his shoulders. They gave Mikiah a questioning look.

"Can we help you?" The boy in black asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you lost?"

While he was distracted, the ringmaster turned his attention back to the deck of cards on the table. He reached out, taking advantage of his opponent's back turned but before he could cheat his way into a winning hand, the boy spoke again.

"Cheating isn't going to help you win this time either, Simon." His eyes stayed fixed on Mikiah, but there's a hint of a smile as 'Simon' made a face and gave their visitor a sullen look, as if it's somehow Mikiah's fault for not distracting the boy enough.

[theunbiddenshow]

A young woman walked into the tent “huh- a circus I haven’t seen one of those in a long time- I wonder if they have any of those magic tricks… like sawing someone in half, Ellie would probably want me to stay away though”. @omnitheplayer

    Inside she would find a large empty circus ring, worn old benches held together with the power of hope and prayer, and a group of undescriptive workers huddled together, disassembling something in the corner.

However her statement doesn't go fully unnoticed.

    "I tried that trick once, it went horribly, oh so horribly." A sudden voice quips up next to her in a distinct American accent. The owner is a tall masculine figure in a ringmaster's uniform, the outfit clearly ancient from the looks of it, although it shone even in the dull lighting of the tent.

    He was holding a dark bottle with the label torn off in one hand and a cane in the other, waving it around in exaggerated motions as he spoke.

    "Having someone die at my show would be incredible, absolutely incredible! But noooo, my boss refuses to give me the go ahead, saying it would be bad for ratings. 'Bad for ratings??', you should've heard me holler. Did the gladiators in ancient Rome care for bad ratings? No! They went up there and tore those beasts apart and everyone loved it! He doesn't know what he's talking about with bad ratings! Wouldn't you go see a show where people died right in front of you?"

[gravelygirlfriends]

Omni looked around the long round tent watching as the unusually unremarkable workers dissembling something that shouldn’t make out in the shadows of the corner.

She jumped when a voice came from behind her swiftly turning around to see who it was.

She watched the man speak about some sort of trick- that apparently went wrong.

“Eh- what was this trick? How did it go wrong?” Alice asked barely managing to get a word in edgewise.

“Die? Eh… we’ll that certainly sounds interesting… erm, I can volunteer to help… I can respawn” she muttered meekly still not really knowing what she was getting herself in for.

[theunbiddenshow]

"Oh, don't ask me about my past slip ups!" The man shook his head. "Let's just say it involved me nearly forgetting to administer the proper pain dampeners before the sawing began, only to realize I also forgot to make sure all the blood stays inside the volunteer's body, which lead to some of it leaking out. Of course no one believed it was real, everyone thought it was a cheap trick! I was so mad I almost didn't put him back together again but apparently that would've caused our ratings to sink so I stitched together that ungrateful ass!"

Just thinking about it seemed to make him mad again, as he huffed into his bottle as if he's about to throw a tantrum. Fortunately for Alice, her question distracted him long enough to avoid that.

"Volunteer? Are you a show's woman? Well, you would have to take it up with management if you want to join the circus, but I am warning you, you start off cleaning cages and sweeping floors before you even perform. Most volunteers don't realize this, but the circus is not your ticket to fame. It is your ticket to hard work that will eventually pay off in fame if you have what it takes to stun your audience."

[theunbiddenshow]

The Trickster closed their eyes and kept their face pointed up at the rain, smiling at the cold water splashing against their skin. It wasn't until The Treasurer released a low growl that they opened an eye to look up to him. "What? Yes, I told you, I'm positive we'll find it here, as well as that Soldier that stole it from you. Patience, sweet Ra." They assured, reaching up as he knelt down for them to wrap an arm around his shoulder. "Besides, I've heard there are humans here that deal in magic. We can't have that, can we?" 'Ra' slowly groaned in agreement. "Ah, you see! Now, do me a favour and try to be nice, yeah? We don't want to scare them off too soon." With that, they stepped forward into the seemingly abandoned building. "Hello? Anyone here? We're terribly lost...." -@faces-of-higher-powers

    The building looked like a mere abandoned factory from the outside but once they step in, it resembled a warzone between Mother Nature and the late stages of capitalism. For every tree, bush and vine that sprouted through the concrete lay double the amount of soggy cardboard boxes, broken hunks of metal, decaying crates and a landfill's worth of trash. Mostly cigarette butts, beer cans and food wrappers.

    In the middle of it all sat perhaps the trashiest part of it all - a man dressed in a bright red costume, laying back in a dirty broken bathtub. He's got a bottle in one hand dangling off the edge, his dusty black boots sticking out over the top of the off-white porcelain.

    He's a mess, from the looks of it he's been here for a while. It would've been easy to mistake him for unconscious if he didn't stir at the sound of their voices.

    "Lost, yes, yes, we are all so terribly, horribly lost, aren't we?" He slurred out. "I mean, does anyone even know where this planet's spinning off to? It's all so confusing, who can even say which direction to go…"

[faces-of-higher-powers]

The Trickster struggled to hide a smile under their low hood upon seeing the man in such a tragic, pathetic state. Oh, this one was perfect. They couldn't have found him at a better time, they thought. It would have been better if The Treasurer wasn't trying to legitimately answer him, his voice already wheezing as he prepared a response- until The Trickster nudged their elbow into his stomach, silencing him as they cleared their throat.

"Oh, at long last, someone who understands our struggle!" They cried. "Someone as lost as we are, to share in our endless pain!" They climbed and crawled over mountains of debris toward him while The Treasurer effortlessly drifted behind, occasionally lowering a bony hand to stop his cloak from draping over any of the trash he passed over on his way.

Once the two arrived at the man's side, The Trickster knelt down at the side of the tub, draping an arm over it and resting their head next to his. "What's your name, you poor thing? What are you doing here, in this dirty, disgusting place, with only this bottle to keep you company?" Black claws graced the aged porcelain, and white, pointed teeth glistened from a poorly hidden grin. If one looked closely enough, surely they could spot the black curls beneath the deep blue hood twisting and contorting of their own accord.

As The Trickster began to speak with him, The Treasurer loomed over his other side, effectively cornering him. He slowly scanned the wide area, as if he was expecting to spot someone or something with them in the room, but ultimately returned his attention to the man beneath him. Two glowing yellow eyes pointed down to him from under a wide-brimmed hat, and a low huff hissed out as The Treasurer studied him. Now, all humans were rather pathetic- both confused and confusing- but this one? Why even bother talking with this one, even if it somehow did know magic? Why waste their time- more importantly, his time, attempting to communicate with it? The Trickster better of something good planned for this one.

[theunbiddenshow]

"Ah yes, a fellow wayward soul wandering this unforgiving terrain we call Earth, wondering what it all means." Simon sighed, tipping the bottle towards Trickster. He looked even more washed out up close, dark bags under his eyes, a stubble beginning to form that already had scattered grey hairs betraying his youthful features. It was hard to guess how old he really was, teetering between a very tired mid twenties to a good looking early forties.

He seemed wholly uncaring about both of their appearances, not doing so much as batting an eye. Of course, that could've just been blamed on the alcohol.

"My name, my name..." He sighed again, louder this time. "What does a name do me good in a state like this? Just a miserable wreck, laying around in the trash like I was one of them! You are where you sleep, isn't that how the saying goes? Not like I have done a lot of sleeping, no, I would call it soul searching, finding myself in the reflection of this human waste dump. We have so much in common, those piles of empty beer cans and smoked cigarettes and I. We both are praised to be a source of joy in this damp, dark world and yet when we are inevitably done, we are cast aside to rot."

The man places a gloved hand over his forehead. Its fingertips are smeared with grime from gripping onto the dirty porcelain too much. But after a second or two, he removed it again to answer the Trickster's question.

"However you may call me Simon, dear comrade. He-who-hears, that is the meaning of this fine name and perhaps we can apply it now. Come, climb in. We are two weary fools who only have each other to bear the  burden of existence." Simon sat up, crossing his legs and patted the dirty porcelain tub with the hand not clutching his bottle. He then glanced over to the Treasurer and his brows furrowed a bit.

"You will have to sit at the edge of the tub, my friend. It is simply not big enough for three of us." It was barely big enough for Simon, much less for the Trickster as well.  

[theunbiddenshow]

Kokichi noclips into the area where he thought it was the office, but nope, it's the circus. "Shit, did I noclip the wrong turn?"

Kokichi wander into the circus tent and decided to sit down cause why not. "Ah, whatever, at least it's nice and quiet as long as nothing happens." @theredactedparable

"What should happen?"

    A voice says softly from next to him. A boy stood over him, dressed completely in black, from his fingerless gloves to the thick boots now dusty with sawdust and sand. He studied Kokichi curiously. One of his eyes was fucked up, the sclera black instead of white, although it could've just been a contact lens. In a circus, who could really know what was real and what wasn't?

"The show hasn't started yet. Until then you are safe. But you shouldn't linger around without a ticket. They might catch you."

[theunbiddenshow]

@narrator-in-training

Kuroi appears. She looks around for a moment, and upon noticing Val, doesn’t waste a second to dash toward her.

For once, she’s speechless. She can’t help but stare at the strongwoman in pure admiration.

“Dude. You’re gorgeous.”

    Val turns from where she is inspecting the rather bleak paintings of the Office and stares right back at Kuroi. She beams in appreciation a moment later, her attention instantly swayed from the odd place she's found herself in.

    "Look who's talking - you're beautiful!" She insists, taking a step forward so she can offer her hand for an enthusiastic handshake. "Thank you so much though! My name's Valentina - I have no idea how we ended up in an Office for all places but at least I've already had a friendly greeting."

    Val chuckles, not perturbed at all by the fact that the exits have mysteriously vanished or the looping hallways she's had to deal with.

    "Hey, you're a regular here, aren't you? If it's not too much of a bother could you tell me where the hell this place is? Unless you are just as lost as I am. In that case…we could band together and track down the bizarre owner!"

[narrator-in-training]

“Pleased to meetcha!” She gladly shook the other’s hand. “I’m yours, but you can also call me Kuroi.” Wait, did she mess that up? Whatever, it sounded cool.

“Yeah, I dunno how I got in here either… I was waitin’ for a job interview, but no one ever showed up and also the exit doors disappeared? So that was interesting, hah! It’s this whole thing with a story and… Ugh, I dunno.” She chuckled, the tiniest bit of nervous hinted in her voice.

Kuroi looked around the area. Nothing but halls, doors and probably not other people. “I think I know the way to the lounge from here! Jamie hates it when I go there, but it’s fun to mess with him and Kiyo. They have these vending machines in there and I’ve been tryin’ to get them to work for ages, and- Ah, nevermind that! Let’s just head there now.”

[theunbiddenshow]

Valentina blinked, her lips forming a small ‘o’ in surprise at the introduction - did she mishear or is Kuroi flirting with her? A small blush spread over her cheeks and she simply nodded along.

“A job interview?" 

Exits disappeared? A story?? Now she was lost again. But from the way Kuroi is speaking, she seemed to know where to go so there was nothing left for Val to do but follow. 

She had no interest in getting lost - well, more lost - in this weird place. It gave her the creeps and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Better they stay together.

"Alright, Kuroi, lead the way!”

[the-haunted-office]

[@theunbiddenshow // Simon ]

“What happened? You look awful."

Thursday considers the carny-looking fellow in front of her. Then she looks down and considers herself. Then looks back at him.

Between his circus tent aura and her being covered in blood, neither of them looks like they belong here.

"Yeah, well, I was sort of going for the whole children's hospital look," she replies faintly, unruffled by the strike against her image, and looks back at the trail of blood behind her. "Except I'm actually in quite a lot of pain here, so if you could maybe just... wait around for about ten or so minutes, we can continue this conversation?"

And then she faints.

[theunbiddenshow]

    Simon lurches forward and catches her in his arms - a gallant gesture that just ends up with him losing his balance and falling over. Fortunately, he narrowly avoids falling right on top of Thursday - unfortunately, he loses grip and sends her crashing to the ground. So much for being a gentleman.

    He sits up awkwardly and prays that she is already completely unconscious and won't remember this little slip up of his.

    "Right- right. Right." Simon wrings his hands, unsure of what to do. He could try dragging her around until he finds his way back to that blue room he saw earlier. Those couches must be more comfortable than the floor. He is all too aware that dragging Thursday to a couch and maybe putting a bandage on any rug burn is the entire extent of his first aid knowledge. But at least he could say he tried, right?

    "You better not sue me for this." The man grumbles to her unconscious form and grabs a hold of her arms. If only Valentina were here, she could carry them both with relative ease and she has proper first aid training. But the rest of his crew went off to explore this freaky backrooms looking place and so he is stuck here, dragging an unconscious woman through the hallways. 

    He does eventually manage getting her back to the Lounge, though not without ending up red faced and sweaty.  He heaves her half onto the couch, shrugs in 'good enough' and wanders around the room, hoping they have something stronger than coffee and soda.